Pulling the letter reluctantly from her pocket Elladora’s eyes bore into her sister-in-law and for the first time she wished she would go back to sleep. Or that the servants would need her urgently for something and thus save her from having to deal with the emotions she didn’t especially want to confront just yet.
“I wish you had been able to say that you told me so,” she began, eyebrow raised sharply as she glanced from the letter to Ursula. “Well I absolutely can do that. You’re going to be fine.”
Ella read on, voice catching just slightly as she read aloud Ursula’s admission that she meant something, that whatever had happened in the past, however much antipathy and resistance there had been in the course of the Blacks marriage it had all amounted to something. It was validation she hadn’t expected: Ursula might be an emotional doily at times but neither of them ever seemed to say the right thing at the right time.
“…most certainly did not ask for you-. The feeling is quite mutual, my dear,” she quipped drily, not looking up from her page in the hope that her face might regain it’s usual immobility before she was obliged to look at Ursula again.
“I don't want another woman sleeping in my bed, living in my house, wearing my jewelry, and mothering my children unless it is you,” she smirked to herself. “You realise of course I have done all of these things already? Finally, I feel I need to apologize to you.”
Ella frowned. Turned over the page, even though the epistle finished well short of the bottom of the parchment in her hand, and when she turned it back she finally returned her glassy-eyed gaze to Ursula.
“Apologise for what?”
fabulous set by Lady <3